Perfect Match [Ménage.com 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

Chad pulled away. Elise opened her eyes to see that he was tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth. Once he had the round latex in his fingers, he held the tip tight and rolled it down over his shaft. His cock was bobbing up and down, as if saying he was just as ready as her pussy.

“Let Chad lay down and then you can sit on top of him, taking his cock into your cunt.” Dakota helped her take a step up to the landing. Elise situated her knees on either side of Chad, and she took his dick into her hands. His rod was stiff, and when she sank down over the top, he filled her to capacity. His width, especially at the base, was almost more than she could take. “That’s a good girl. Take him all the way inside of you.”

Dakota’s words spurred her on, and she started to rotate her hips. She ground herself against Chad, loving the sexual act of being on top. When she felt Dakota’s hand on her back, gently pressing her down on top of Chad’s body, a shiver of excitement ran through her. This was what she had been waiting for.

Elise moved forward until her breasts were touching Chad’s chest. His hands came up, rubbing her arms and back. After a few strokes, he brought his hands down to her breasts, capturing her nipples. Dakota stood one step down from them, the perfect position for what was about to take place. He took the lube and squirted a dollop on her anus. The coolness had her wanting to sit up, but Chad tightened his fingers and lightly pinched her nipples, keeping her in place.

“Reach under you and fiddle with your clit,” Chad ordered, not letting up the pressure on her nubs. “Every time I pinch your nipples, I want you to do the same to your clit.”

Elise released a gasp, knowing that if she did as he asked, she would be sent over the edge soon. Her body had gotten spoiled in the last few months and now seemed to crave multiple orgasms in a day. They had her body primed all the time to take them at a moment’s notice.

“You know you want to, honey,” Chad urged. “Come on, I’m about to squeeze them.”

Elise lifted herself enough to maneuver her hand between their bodies. The minute her finger touched the engorged tissue, Dakota’s thumb pressed the lubricant inside of her ass. He followed, stretching that tight ring of muscle. She swore she could feel her clit pulsate from his actions. Chad pinched her nipples. Knowing he wanted her to do the same to her clit, Elise tried to grasp the wet pearl as best she could. She closed her fingers around the sensitive nub and squeezed.

Her hips jerked back in response, sending Dakota’s thumb deep inside of her. Chad’s cock twitched in her pussy, and Elise started to gyrate against him. He felt so good, and she knew it was only about to get better.

“Dakota, please don’t tease me anymore. I’m ready.”

“We want to make sure this feels good for you, sweetheart,” Dakota explained, not varying his tactic of loosening her back end. “Having both of us in you will fill you in a way that will let you seek that freedom you desire.”

Elise whimpered but let him continue to stretch her muscle. Up and down, she rode Chad’s cock. How he had not already come, she didn’t know. He tweaked her nipples again, and she squeezed her eyes shut when she did the same to her clit. The exquisite pleasure that shot through her body was piercing. She knew one more pinch would help her find her release.

She almost cried out when Dakota pulled his thumb from her and reached for a condom. Elise heard movement and knew he had covered himself. The cap to the lube popped back open, and she knew he was lathering his dick. It landed next to her, but she chose to lift her head and look into Chad’s eyes.

When she felt Dakota’s tip at her anus, Elise knew better than to stiffen up. Wanting this more than she wanted anything else in life, she lifted her ass in the air and pushed back against him. Inch by inch, he slid inside her dark passageway. The pressure his cock created against the dick in her pussy was agonizing, but in a good way. When Chad squeezed her nipples again, she knew that if she mimicked his motion, she would go flying.

“Not yet,” Elise begged. “I’m so close to coming.”

“Then let yourself go,” Chad said, leaning up and capturing her mouth. He tasted like sugar and like her, and she wanted more. She stuck her tongue out and licked his bottom lip. “Fly, Elise.”

Chad pinched her nipples hard. Elise simulated the exact pressure, and her body immediately bucked back, causing Dakota to slide home. He took a hold of her hips and started pounding, setting a rhythm with Chad that was in perfect harmony. Her body tightened, and she knew she was about to feel something few women ever felt in their lives.

“Breathe, Elise,” Dakota ordered against her ear.

When he took her lobe in between his teeth, such a simple act really, her body did as he instructed. Once the oxygen entered her system, it was as if it had been waiting for that gas to ignite her flight. She flew into the stratosphere, and the weightlessness seemed to fuse their souls together. Instead of three, they were one.

“Elise!”

Both men shouted her name, but she couldn’t answer them. Their cocks were pounding into her, carrying her on a journey that seemed never ending. One orgasm after another transported her along. Eventually, she felt both of their dicks swell and then pump their seed into the latex jackets that covered them. One of these days, she would feel what their seed felt like, craving the warmth she knew it would provide.

She wilted against Chad, feeling Dakota do the same to her, although he was careful of how much of his weight was applied. All three seemed to be breathing as one, sucking in as much air as they could. She was sticky from the whipped cream, and her hairs were entangled with Chad’s, not that she truly minded. She was too tired to move.

“We love you.”

“That we do, honey.”

Elise smiled against Chad’s chest. She didn’t doubt they loved her and relished the security of knowing they had a wonderful future ahead of them. Their wedding was a couple weeks off, with family and friends coming in from out of town. Their dream home would be ready to be moved into after the honeymoon.

“I love you, too. But the question remains, how much do you love me?”

Both men groaned, knowing her too well and recognizing a setup. The website she and her friends had created was up and running, now being touted the number-one dating website in years. Her latest manuscript had been turned in, along with Shea and Cyn’s stories. All she needed now was two men for the cover art, who boasted amazing chests. Since their latest work tied in to their website, who better to use as models than the men she loved? After all, she had found her perfect match in Triple, Arizona, and the town was ripe for picking.

Cyn opened the door to her luxury car and stepped out. She flipped up her oversized sunglasses, setting them atop her head. Looking around, the first thing she noticed was that Elise hadn’t been lying about how small the town was. So this little dot on the map was Triple, Arizona.

Leaning in to the open door, Cyn grabbed her large purse and threw it over her shoulder. Shutting the door, she looked up from where she was parked to see the sign
Shooters
. She shook her head at the name. A little more originality could have been used, but who was she to judge? Taking one last look around, she promised herself that she would walk Main Street at some point to get a feel for the place. For some reason, their website seemed to have gotten its start based on the citizens of Triple. The least she could do was show her gratitude.

Cyn knew she came across as a high-class society girl, but she couldn’t help it if that’s how people viewed her. So what that she came from money. At least she used it the right way, giving as much to charity as she could. No one needed to know that, though. People could think what they liked about her. It didn’t alter her life in the least.

Anxious to see her best friends, Cyn scurried up on the sidewalk, making sure her high heels didn’t get stuck in the cracks. Her tight black skirt, which matched her car, was her favorite. She had a long, lean body, and wearing clothes that accentuated her figure made her feel sexy. The last time she wore this skirt—no, she wasn’t going to think about them now.

Opening the door to the local bar, Cyn stood in the doorway and let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. The jukebox was blaring a country song about a town being painted with tattoos. Men were laughing and playing pool in the back, while the small dance floor was empty, seeing as it was still early.

Looking around for Elise and Shea, she finally found them at a back table. They were laughing and drinking, looking like they were having a good old time. Wanting nothing more than to join them, Cyn started to cross the floor when her eyes picked up two more men than there should have been.

No, it couldn’t be. Cyn stopped walking, almost causing the waitress to spill a tray of beer. The woman sidestepped her with a scowl. Cyn blinked, hoping the image of the two extra men would disappear. She must have closed her eyes at least five times, but they remained where they were seated. Son of a bitch.

Cooper and Brody Jackson had followed her from her aunt’s place in Indiana. It didn’t matter that they had arrived here first, because they knew exactly where she intended to be. Well, they were about to be set straight, because she didn’t want to have one thing to do with them.

Tossing her long black hair over her shoulders, Cyn squared them and started to make her way over to the two men who had broken her heart years ago. If they thought for a second they would get a second chance, they had another think coming. As she passed several men on her way to their table, an idea began to form. They had yet to notice her, and she smiled. Cyn knew exactly what needed to be done to end this game of cat and mouse. She mentally rubbed her hands together, ready to enjoy one last match.

THE END

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